Sherlock Reader Insert Collection

Beautiful, Sherlock X Chubby!Reader

"John, what are you doing?" Ice-blue eyes glared up at the doctor.

"I'm watching a video." He responded flatly, pausing it. "You might find it interesting. A high schooler made it as a project, recording people's reactions to being called beautiful."

"Pointless." The consulting detective turned his focus back to his microscope.

"Maybe you could try it on someone. It might brighten her day." John muttered, implying he test it on their neighbor. The tenant of 221 C hadn't spoken to Sherlock outside of rushed greetings since she first moved in. John couldn't blame the poor girl after the deduction that spilled out of Sherlock's mouth. He knew he could be rude but what he read off of (Y/n) could be classified as cruel.

"John, Sherlock, I want you to meet your new neighbor." Mrs. Hudson smiled, holding the (h/c) womans shoulders.

"Hi, uh, my name is (Y/n) (L/n)." John stood and shook her hand.

"I'm John. And this is Sherlock. It's very nice to meet you." (Y/n) gave him a shy smile.

"Boring." Sherlock spoke standing to inspect the young woman at Mrs. Hudson's side. "Look at her John, she's dreadfully ordinary. Extremely shy, self conscious, anxiety, and look how confident she is." The last part dripped with sarcasm.

"Sherlock, stop." John ordered lowly.

"Moved to London in hopes of finding a man who could possibly like such an unattractive person like herself along with the move her job did, an (job) I assume?" (Y/n) nodded to his question, unable to stop the pain growing in her heart. The genius continued to rattle off details about her miserable life until finally Mrs. Hudson pulled the girl downstairs.

"(Y/n), wait!" The two men heard their landlady call followed by a loud slam. Sherlock sat down in his chair with a bored expression. John glared at his flatmate.

"You just-ass. You're an ass, Sherlock." The soldier went to check on Sherlock's newest victim.

"I don't see why (Y/n) has anything to do with a simple social experiment." The raven haired man mumbled.

"For me, Sherlock, just go and compliment her." John knew that (Y/n) liked his estranged friend even after the evaluation he gave her.

"He wasn't wrong John. Look at me." She sighed, sipping on her tea, gesturing to her stomach. John had invited her up after Sherlock left, going to the hospital to run tests. "It sucks, you know?" He looked up curiously.

"What do you mean?"

"Liking someone who finds you repulsive. It's the bane of my existence, really. I've always fallen for the unobtainable." She laughed sourly, staring at her cup. John felt bad for the girl. He would have said she was cute, if he wasn't dating someone else already. Sure she was bigger but it was nice.

"He's just a big idiot. I'm sure if you tried talking with him, maybe go on a case with him, he would loosen up."

"Who would loosen up?" They both jumped, startled by Sherlock's sudden appearance. "Does Miss (L/n) fancy someone?" He asked, already knowing she did.

"Jeez! Don't do that!" John yelled at him.

"Is it Lestrade? You'd make a good woman for him. Less likely to cheat than his current wife." The detective said, heading to the kitchen. (Y/n) placed her cup on the coffee table and left.

"Dammit, Sherlock!"

The two men stared each other down for a minute before the taller one went to get his coat.